All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,95

it then.”

Her grin widens, and she moves to straddle my waist. “Then I say we celebrate.”

I flip her beneath me, and kiss her. “Good idea,” I murmur against her lips.

Chapter 5

My heart races as Aaron flips me onto my back with such speed that even if I doubted he is a vampire, I’d have to acknowledge that he is something supernatural. I love the hypnotic feeling he gave me: the trance was something strange and incredible, allowing me to both feel and watch as we made love that first time.

I grin up at him, my hands sliding up his hard chest. The man is built like a Greek god: solid abs, muscles in all the right places, and Lord help me, those deep blue eyes… those eyes hold worlds of passion, and they entrance me easily.

He kisses behind my ear and moves down my neck, pressing heated kisses to my fiery skin. He takes my nipple in his teeth, biting and nipping, making it hard and making me squirm in his arms.

“Be still,” he murmurs, looking into my eyes, and then moves back down to lavish attention on my other nipple.

His words are like an order and I still, focusing on the feeling of his tongue on me, and the magic he is weaving in me. It makes my toes curl as he moves down my stomach and then down each leg. My core throbs, wanting his mouth on me, but he teasingly avoids it, instead focusing on drawing out the magic of every discovered erogenous zone he finds.

I’m breathing hard as he moves closer and closer to my pussy, kissing my inner thigh and then pressing his fangs against my skin—not biting, not yet, but just enough for me to know they are there. I don’t move, can’t move; my fingers clench the bedding as he spreads my legs wider and dips his tongue into my already gushing pussy.

My back arches and he puts his hand firmly on my stomach, holding me down and keeping me in place as I come, gasping out his name. “Aaron!”

He chuckles but doesn’t stop laving his tongue over me until I come once more. As I do, he sinks his fangs into that spot on my inner thigh, and I come all over again, flying high and then curving into a swan dive into the pool of bliss he’s brought me to. He moves up my still body and plunges his cock into me, extending the orgasm even more.

Every part of my body tingles with the feelings he’s drawn out of me. My chest heaves and I am breathing in gasps as he lengthens his strokes. Tilting my hips up, he plunges deeper and, after a moment, he demands, “Come with me, Clarabelle!” and we both shatter in the euphoric ecstasy he’s created for us.

He spins me so I’m resting on top of him and we stay locked together for a little while, allowing our breathing to return to normal. Well, mine anyway, as he doesn’t seem to be panting at all. His hand smooths over my backside in a rhythmic pattern that is so relaxing, I nearly fall asleep.

“Rest, little one,” he murmurs. “We have time before we need to leave.”

I sigh softly and drift for a while but don’t completely fall asleep.

After about thirty minutes, I smile against his chest and move to get up, but his arms tighten around me.

“Don’t move.”

“Aaron,” I push up on his chest to look in his eyes, but they are closed, “I need to…”

He finally opens his eyes and realizes what I am trying to say. I know my cheeks have to be as bright red as my hair.

“Hurry back,” he replies.

I go into the bathroom and clean up before returning to the bed. I curl into his side. “Is this going to change things between us?” I ask.

He doesn’t say anything for a while, and then, “Yes, I suppose it will.”

“I guess you should know something then.”

He gives me a concerned look. “What?”

I lick my lips. “I don’t work for Elite anymore. I haven’t for about six months, not really. You’re my only client,” I whisper softly.

He relaxes and chuckles again. “I know.”

“You knew?” My eyes widen.

“I read about your inheritance in the paper when your grandmother died. I’m sorry, by the way, for your loss.”

“Thank you.” I smile. “I guess I didn’t think you’d read the obits.”

“Normally I don’t, but someone I knew died around the same time.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I frown.

“Don’t be,